So anyway, I got down on one knee and said something like, “I promise I want to propose to you and make you my wife. Do you promise to say yes?”
A promise ring, I suppose. I mean, we only met three weeks ago. I’m naive and stupid, but not that stupid. Way too soon to elope, ha ha. But also, we already picked out baby names.
We already have a logistical timetable for living together. Our work schedules have zero overlap. (Zero days off in common.) I’ll pick her up, we’ll screw each other’s brains out, and I’ll go to work short on sleep in the morning. She stays here, greets me on my lunch break, and greets me when I get home from work.
The carnal nonstop fucking has already calmed from the first three days, when we were railing at least three times a day. No, more. Good god. I knew it wasn’t sustainable, so I figured why the fuck not just go with it?
Unless the middle-of-the-night romp counts, we actually didn’t rail Sunday. Le gasp.
So, if you’re not balls deep in your boo, what are you doing?
THAT’S A GREAT QUESTION! Neurospicy aside, I was drawn to her because of her Nerd Cred™. While she hasn’t made me watch any anime proper, I think her Plenty of Fish tagline was “Anime Girl Looking For Her Gamer Geek” or something. We have similar tastes in media.
Sunday, we watched the newest episode of Star Trek together. Followed by her making me watch Pitch Perfect. The way she was squeeing over the dumb jokes is the way I react to other Bad Teen Movies.
We absolutely love trashy reality tv - we’re going to watch Are You My First? together. MUAH HA HA HA.
As I say on reddit: find someone to pass the time with. Most of a relationship is the quiet boring moments. What you’re watching getting ready in the morning. What you want to watch just before bed. Long enough timeline, I want to get a new game system and… be excited with her as we clunker through a new game.
We also have similar communication styles - a near constant contact stream of consciousness, verging on wordvomit at times. I give good morning texts, break texts, “home safe” texts, I HAVE A BONER AND AM THINKING OF YOU texts, audio messages of me singing at random - and she appreciates my oversharing. We both have that autistic need to caveat and explain.
Normie women code blank, and are too prone to the “why aren’t you asking me questions?” No, woman. Don’t expect me to ask. Tell me what’s on your mind. I’m not a mindreader.
If you question my mindfulness, she mentioned once in a story that her exhusband refused to buy her pickles when she was pregnant. I don’t think there’s any way to put lipstick on a pig for him saying, “Get it your fucking self.”
So, of course, next time I was at Aldi, I bought her a jar of pickles.
It’s such an easy win.
As for the speed of us being all-in, ride or die, I think it’s because we’re both divorced. We’ve had the Max Level Relationship™. And, along the way, we’ve had relationships that never felt enough. Her recent post-divorce relationship was with a guy who had a block on saying “I love you”.
So here I am, giving her flowers on Day Three, telling her I love her. And otherwise bursting at the seams with open affection, and repeating words over and over again.
We know when it feels wrong. This feels right.
Anyway, I should get ready for the gym. It is beyond motivating that she seems to think I’m a hot piece of ass. I’ve never had a woman be so enamoured with my arms. She’s a good woman, so I know she wouldn’t lie to me. She sees things in me I can’t see. So, as I say to her,
I can only be as strong as she thinks I am. Definitely listening to my woman, rather than the negative crap in my head.
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